Chapter 9

"Come. Let's have tea in the garden. The palace is stifling, isn't it?"

Having tea in the garden.

How delightful.

From the large window, I sneak a peek, stretching to see the vast garden of Diana Palace, where spring flowers bloom wildly.

Ah, it's so soothing, I want to take a walk...

No, no, that won't do, I have to meet the groom...

Here, we'll see if we get along or not,

whether the Prince will like me or not,

quite a lot of Letitia's future life depends on this,

I feel quite cornered.

Given the age difference and that he's said to be a stubborn person,

I don't expect to hit it off perfectly,

but I hope we can face each other in a somewhat friendly manner.

I'm meeting the person I'll be vowing my life to,

and I never imagined falling in love.

I just hope he's not a terrible person...

"Your hand? Letitia"

Until I came to Diana,

the elegant groom who dispelled all the various nightmares the frightened Letitia had seen.

"Yes... I'm honored."

"What's that? Why are you so formal? You're not a new military officer."

The first kind, relaxed voice I've heard since coming to this country.

He speaks in a sweet voice.

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